Way up in the hills ‘low the pines on a ridge
Flows a gurgling stream ‘neath an old wooden bridge.
It’s a breathtaking view where beauty abounds,
Where fauna and flora and nature are found.
At the edge of these woods, you’ll spy if you’re lucky,
A spunky young beaver known simply as, Bucky.
But be warned, if you will, he’s one-of-a-kind,
And a stranger brown beaver you never will find.
But it wasn’t his fault, we can’t begrudge him,
He was chomping a tree when up came the wind.
The tree was half chewed, when a poof gave a push,
And it’s lucky for Bucky he didn’t get squooshed!
It tumbled straight down with a thunderous thump.
Ol’ Buck’ didn’t duck and his head got a bump.
A day or two later his eyes appeared glassy,
He seemed out of sorts and acted so sassy.
Other beavers complained, “He’s become a goof!”
When he stood on his head at the top of his roof.
He was posing for pictures that no one was taking,
And screaming at trees while pointing and shaking.
He howled at the moon like a wolf late at night,
And flapped with the birds prepared to take flight.
His friends could accept some goofiness true,
But Bucky’d grown mean and quarrelsome too.
It’s not known precisely what happened that day
But a bump on the bean took their Bucky away.
The colony loved him, he was one of their buddies,
But something must change or they all would go nutty.
The “head” beavers all met to decide what to do
And, Bucky, of course, was invited there too.
“Bucky,” they offered, “You’ve become such a clown!
Why can’t you ever stop fooling around?”
Buck didn’t answer, he just flashed ‘em a smile.
Then hopped on one leg to show ‘em his style!
They tried to be fair and they talked until ten.
They took a short break, then talked once again.
“Bucky,” they asked, “Do you think you are able,
To sit with the rest of us here at this table?”
Bucky ignored them and leaped for the light.
And there he did swing for the rest of the night.
He chittered and chattered and made quite a scene.
Which caused quite a stir if you know what I mean.
The head beavers muttered, “We’ve had quite enough
Of your strange goofy ways and other such stuff!”
Said the beavers who stood there, each pointing the way,
“Please pick up your bags and leave us today!”
Poor Bucky they’d banished, to a place far away.
On farther downstream they’d sent him to stay.
There weren’t any smiles or, “I’ll see you next years.”
There were no “good-byes”, nor shedding of tears.
When Bucky departed with his stuff in a sack,
Though feeling rejected, he never looked back.
He’d left all his friends, his family, and home,
For the edge of the woods where he’d be all alone.
He’d be closer to people and that could mean danger.
And to animals there he’d be but a stranger.
Onward he trudged, through the mud he moved slowly.
He felt so ashamed, so meek and so lowly.
For a couple of days, and it might have been three,
He followed the river straight down through the trees.
Over rocks and some stubble and hills he traversed,
A couple steps forward, then one in reverse.
The days long and hot, and the nights full of nip,
For Bucky the beaver ’twas a mighty long trip.
And long about now Buck’s strength was depleted.
So he screamed rather briskly, “My trip is completed!
No more of his journey, no more will I roam!
This is the place where I’ll build my new home.”
Early next morning ol’ Buck snooped around
And happened upon a nifty campground.
There was lots of great stuff for constructing a lair
But he’d have to be careful ‘cause people were there.
Instead he’d be patient and wait until dark,
Then wander back in to inspect the whole park.
For the next several nights, he came to that place,
And hauled away trash at an incredible pace!
His home would be made of some really neat stuff,
And when building a dam there was never enough.
So in and around that region about,
Bucky the beaver pulled everything out!
He hauled away tires that were left by the road…
Pop bottles, cans and grass that was mowed.
A water tank, tires, and wheels from a wagon,
All he could find to his home he was draggin’.
He found some good rope and some sticky brown goop,
And tent stakes, a tarp, and a rusty old hoop.
A tackle box, boots, and a junky old phone,
All found their way back to the walls of his home.
In a matter of days his place become monstrous.
Other creatures close by thought it preposterous!
At Bucky they laughed, they scorned and they taunted.
This Bucky ignored, ‘cause he knew what he wanted.
“So what do they know?” Buck’ heard himself think.
So he kept on a-workin’, with nary a blink.
He found some big stakes that seemed pretty able
To serve as the legs for his new kitchen table.
A can of red paint added quite a nice touch.
He used it to splash the front door of his hutch.
He dragged an old chair from the ditch over there
And made it front steps to the door of his lair.
The roof he had covered with discarded old tents.
And to keep out intruders, he found some barbed fence.
On the road up above folks gathered each night.
They talked and they gawked at such an odd sight!
The traffic backed-up for quite a long way.
And it happened that same way day after day.
Of course Bucky noticed this hullabaloo,
But he never did stop, there was too much to do.
Now fifty feet tall and still he kept building.
He added more stuff ’til it all began tilting!
When high as he could he had finally constructed,
It was now high enough ol’ Bucky deducted.
So he began to build out— clear over the brook.
It had to be bigger— whatever it took!
The crowds on the road grew larger each week.
To see this strange beaver they’d come for a peek.
There was no disappointing these visitors either
One laughingly said, “That’s one eager beaver!”
And Bucky kept building, he wouldn’t unwind,
And he kept finding junk, every place, size, and kind!
Twenty… thirty… or fifty feet more,
His home had expanded beyond the front door!
There wasn’t much else this beaver could do.
He’d done all he could, his job was now through.
So up went his arms, and he gave a big shout,
“I’m finished— I am— and I’m plumb tuckered out!”
Who would have guessed that a goofy ol’ beaver,
Could build such a home right here by the river?
And that’s all very fine that his home was so great
But there’s something much better that I’d like to relate.
In building his hutch Bucky was such a go-getter.
And working so hard made him feel so much better.
Now Bucky was acting much more like himself
And looking good too, a real picture of health.
He awoke the next morning to quite a surprise,
And imagine the shock when he opened his eyes!
There on his steps when he pulled back the door
Were four or five beavers, perhaps even more.
And here’s something else you may not believe,
These were the beavers that had made Bucky leave!
“Bucky,” they pleaded, forgive our intrusion,
But our whole beaver group is in such confusion.
“They’re blowing up dams at the top of the creek.
They’ve been doing it now for nearly a week!
We’ve all fled our homes and we’re heading this way,
And the rest will arrive by the end of the day.
All your old friends from your old beaver place,
Could sure use your help with the dangers we face!”
The beavers he’d known from his life up the creek,
Were fleeing the hills, safe shelter to seek.
Now Bucky, you’d think, his anger might show,
But Bucky the Beaver’s a pretty good joe.
And upon their arrival he shouted with joy!
He hugged the “head” beavers and each girl and boy!
He invited his friends to share his new place,
Insisting politely they feel no disgrace.
Bucky’s trash palace was such a large home,
That each of the beavers had a room of his own.
And within a few days they were building homes too.
From Bucky’s example— they knew what do do.
The campgrounds were scoured for miles all around.
The rubbish collected, they hauled it all down.
There were plenty of things for the beavers to use,
From fishing boat seats to old worn out shoes.
A hot water tank and two battered old freezers
Were quickly snatched up by some old beaver geezers.
The beavers were careful to share all the loot,
One took a mattress, the other a boot.
Soon they were settled in their newfangled dwellings.
Where they’d be without Bucky?— there’s really no telling.
The next day some rangers came checking them out.
An official inspection— some trouble no doubt!
But one ranger said, “Hey, I’m pretty impressed!”
“The campsites look better, they’ve cleaned up the mess!”
“They’re pretty neat beavers,” the rangers remarked,
“Why those little rascals cleaned-up the whole park!”
The rangers and beavers became best of friends.
Past feelings of hurt they did quickly mend.
And early that Spring, on a bright sunny day,
The beavers all joined in a great big “Hooray!”
Park rangers, mayors and Governor Townsent,
Had gathered together to make an announcement.
The state had approved, and this wasn’t a lark,
The official creation of “Beaver State Park.”
They declared Bucky Beaver a “Ranger” that day,
The first time a beaver had been honored this way.
The tourists came flocking from all fifty states
To see all the beavers, they’d paid at the gates.
This place where the beavers had chosen to live,
Did to the state treasury much happiness give.
Park trash was never a problem again,
Thanks to the work of good beavers and men.
The colony grew and they felt pretty lucky,
Especially their leader, Park Ranger Bucky.